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Kids laughed wildly as they chased each other, their sandals flapping against the wooden port, a whistle blowing from an irritated fisherman. Sounds of sailors shouting commands, raising decks, loading ships, and the like momentarily distract the girl in the black cloak. Zafira pressed her body against the wooden crate, crouching down softly as she heard the waves crashing against one another. The sound of the birds whistling in the air, along with the heavy wind would have been relaxing on another day.
Today was not just another day though.
Zafira looked to the side, eyeing the profile of her friend. She saw his jawline clench as he observed their surroundings with his red eyes, his hand subconsciously touching at his injured leg as he signaled for her to move forward. Catching his gaze, Zafira smirked, glad that the distance hid her blush well. At least she hoped it did.
They had met somewhere on the way to Alliria, and Zafira remembered exactly how they met - a battle which neither one had any business to partake in. Despite the time spent together, the inevitable feelings Zafira had grown to have for Belmont, Zafira kept it to herself, letting herself flirt and tease, but nothing more.
Coming from such different backgrounds, Zafira was surprised to have encountered that Belmont carried the same interest she did when it came to historical artifacts, particularly a golden chalice that was said to have been lost for over a hundred years. Zafira loved adventure, and adventure with risk was like an itch Zafira just had to scratch. She didn't know if Belmont had that same itch, but she was glad for his company nonetheless.
Hearing the sailor pull back, a grin encompassed Zafira's lips. The man had stolen her professor's ship, changing the ship's name and calling it her own. It was only fair to claim the whole thing back as her own - specifically with a ready crew.
Zafira slid up to the ship, signaling for Belmont to join. The minute she felt him come up, Zafira's green eyes morphed gold, the anchor lifting with her power. "We'll be commanding this ship again, loves," Zafira said smoothly as all the men's eyes turned to the duo.
Belmont Lacroze
Today was not just another day though.
Zafira looked to the side, eyeing the profile of her friend. She saw his jawline clench as he observed their surroundings with his red eyes, his hand subconsciously touching at his injured leg as he signaled for her to move forward. Catching his gaze, Zafira smirked, glad that the distance hid her blush well. At least she hoped it did.
They had met somewhere on the way to Alliria, and Zafira remembered exactly how they met - a battle which neither one had any business to partake in. Despite the time spent together, the inevitable feelings Zafira had grown to have for Belmont, Zafira kept it to herself, letting herself flirt and tease, but nothing more.
Coming from such different backgrounds, Zafira was surprised to have encountered that Belmont carried the same interest she did when it came to historical artifacts, particularly a golden chalice that was said to have been lost for over a hundred years. Zafira loved adventure, and adventure with risk was like an itch Zafira just had to scratch. She didn't know if Belmont had that same itch, but she was glad for his company nonetheless.
Hearing the sailor pull back, a grin encompassed Zafira's lips. The man had stolen her professor's ship, changing the ship's name and calling it her own. It was only fair to claim the whole thing back as her own - specifically with a ready crew.
Zafira slid up to the ship, signaling for Belmont to join. The minute she felt him come up, Zafira's green eyes morphed gold, the anchor lifting with her power. "We'll be commanding this ship again, loves," Zafira said smoothly as all the men's eyes turned to the duo.
Belmont Lacroze